The day before Christmas

I’m finding it tough near the end of 2020 to say happy holidays with nearly 327,000 Americans dead from coronavirus, nearly 2 million dead worldwide, people separated from their families, nurses and doctors overwhelmed and exhausted in their hospitals, photos of cars lined up for food giveaways in L.A. and other American cities and U.S. government in embarrassing near-shambles. I’m also finding it tough to think about anything other than these historic days in our lives. But for reasons even mysterious to me, I have rewritten a two-year-old post about alcohol abuse or alcoholism. Maybe just because of the time of year. For what it’s worth, I am reposting the latest rewrite here. It’s called “May all my Christmases be alcohol-free.”


One thought

  1. I forwarded this to my son who is going through his own journey right now at age 47. I love him so much and want him to live his best life. He is a good man.

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